nothing is as it seems
heart strings are played
as if a toy lute
love sinks deep
into the abyss
looking for light
underneath source
is only a reflection
and cannot be seen
with all the eyes
in sadness
still staring
still tearing
only felt
with the heart
illumined
by the warm glow
an ever present
sacred sun
who gives life
to shadows
dancing
on the walls
as mirrors of
a bless’ed
inner light
grandfathersky 